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I look like I came home from a wonderful date in my sexy satin gown, and you fantasize about being that date— but you will always just be my virgin loser. I taunt you as my dress loosens with peeks of my nipple (censored, of course, loser). It would be easier to stop dreaming and just accept that you’re a virgin forever, but go ahead and TRY to get a date. Hahahaha You can’t because you’re MINE. I’ll be in your head always— echoing who you truly are.